Like the waves from the shore

I must now ebb
the time has come
to sail my oceans
Rolling away from you
like the waves from shore
rippling out to the vastness of the sea
that beckons my ship to folly.

I'll not ask you
to stand the night vigil
on the shoreline
of memory

You are here on the beaches of my memory
even though I drift the tides
If you should look
into a starlit night
and see a reflection of me
know only that
I will one day
come crashing again
to the shore
swept homeward
by the pull
of the tide
and you.

Marge Tindal

A compilation of thought...

the compelling forces that lie deep within all humans are muted into a muffled cymbal hope seems to trickle away and be replaced by despair when peace fritters away leaving anarchy in the mind but.
Still waters run deep.
Seek the oasis.

What’s the point of wishing?
When my wishes never come true.

What’s the point of hoping?
When I have no reasons to believe.

What’s the point of pretending?
Yet tonight I’ll be crying in my bed.

What’s the point of smiling?
When you can still see my tears.

What really is the point?